Monday, March 27, 2006
I am almost through rewriting the ten-page rough draft I was supposed to have turned in Thursday. At the moment I need to add endnotes, which I have never before done with Word, but which surely cannot be too difficult. Then I must add some sort of conclusion, again. The one I originally wrote served well enough, but I forgot entirely what I had written.
Most of my essays, lacking any outline or definite, linear structure, tend more toward "stream-of-consciousness" stylistically. The order of the note pile strewn about my person (on the desk, on the floor, between the keyboard and the computer monitor) determines the paper flow. What I wrote Thursday, and consequently lost, may never again be reproduced.
My thoughts run ahead of my hand, which means I spend more time mulling over what I might write and in what manner I might convey my ideas than physically transferring this brilliance to the paper before me. Essays require a significant amount of consideration to compose.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:11 PM]